reg's jail journals ... Sleepy Hollow Correctional Centre
Day 17 (November 13)
Friday the 13th. So far, so good. I got up and won the game of Risk that we started last night, with a brilliant (of course) strategy. Proceeded with plans for world domination. Canteen order came. Plenty of tobacco and chocolate bars for the weekend. Everything looks ok, so far.
I’ve heard from the staff ([Supervisor] Thompson) that Freddy will be out to see me, but it may not be this week. Also, I’ve been told that Dr. Jones has been contacted but has still has not decided whether or not to accept a call from me. I shall remain optimistic.
Doug and Andre were telling me about the awful conditions at jails in Ontario (Donwood, Borden, Guelph). Apparently, we have it pretty good here.
Fish for lunch, but I was able to get chicken fingers cause of my ‘allergy’. It seems that they have not yet called Ambrose. He is on vacation for a few weeks so hopefully I will be out of here when he does get back.
Stew for supper, I’d like to say I’m allergic to that shit but I don’t think they would believe me.
There’s a guy in here from Pictou. Apparently, he tried to shoot somebody in Cornwall at the apartment building where Wayne lives. It turns out, he is a friend of Joe Smith, who I went to university (Saint Mary’s) years ago. Small world (but I wouldn’t want to paint it).
The lawyer didn’t show up or return any of my calls today. This is really starting to piss me off. There is so much to be done and I have to discuss plans with her. Now it will have to wait until at least Monday.
We have two guys from Summerside jail in here with us for the weekend. Whenever they have a lot of weekenders (people serving their sentences on weekends, of course) in Summerside, they send some of the straight-timers here for the weekend. It’s ok with me. It makes it a bit more interesting in here if the new guys are alright; it helps the time go buy faster.
We played Risk all day long today. Andre was getting kind of riled up by my Kamchatka terrorist strategy. But I’m really enjoying stirring things up.
“Weiner” was on duty (guard) tonight. I talked to him awhile at the gym. I wanted to call Steven tonight but they wouldn’t let me call long distance on Friday night (these things I learn as go along). Weiner called his wife and asked her to call my mother and explain this to her, which was kind of him, I thought.
All in all it was a peaceful day. Friday the 13th went by without any major problems.
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